Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundsers and ordered the commander of the brigade:-Don’t give him meal. He is condemned for today,not to eat.The prisoner went away and sat down eating silentthe piece of bread.The cooks gave the meal. First the soup was given tothe brigade commander and groups. In their bowls therewere some beans and some oil. The others meal waswithout no beans, only hot liquid. The five ones wentfar of the others and began to eat. They save a part ofthe bread for dinner. Sala ate it all.- What will you eat for dinner? - said Ahmet.- I have the meal-Sala smile.- Don’t do any more this! Tonight you will feelhungry all the time.While the other prisoners were eating as usually thepolicemen pass through on the dam to hear what theysaid. There was between them a geology graduate. Hewent near Qamil Daja-Bon appetite, advocate!- Said to himThe work re began with the same rhythm. When theevening came the policemen whistled again, and screamingwildly and threading with their sticks and orderedthe prisoners to leave their work and to be put in line.Every policeman did the roll call of his group. Everybodywas there so Corporal Zeneli ordered to go. Thepolicemen hit the prisoners to run in order that they arrivedbefore dawn. The oldest and the sickest, after thathard work, tried as they could not to be at the end but187